Cold wind blows against bare trees
Holiday lights line up the streets
People dart from place to place
They do not think of tragedy
Or about deaths from decades past

I am here, in this crowded street
On the spot I died years ago
I do remember what happened
And I recall what they forgot

They walk through me, feeling nothing
But I feel their warmth around me
I feel the throb of beating hearts

I hope a person will sense me
But they march along without pause
And I am standing alone again

It is boring, this afterlife
Waiting for the impossible
But yet I will never join them
All I can do is watch them pass
And I will be forever unseen